My sister and her friends managed to sneak some vodka and rum into the house and they all got hammered. They all decided to hang out in the basement, where I live, like they always do. One of them puked all over my bathroom, flooded it, and broke my towel rack. My sister can't form a coherent sentence and keeps saying "I love you" to everyone. I need to get out of here as well.
Well, I certainly wish my bathroom was attached to my room, instead of being across the hallway. Yep, this is shaping up to be a wonderful year.